At a recent stroll by the Hoboken pier area, no ocean-going ships were observed bobbing lazily in the slips and no loading gear clanked noisily.  All was vacant and quiet except for the faint cry of sea gulls and the eerie horn of a small ferry boat.  One could only imagine the Zamzam having been berthed in one of the slips.  And on one of those piers of stone, bricks, and mortar, in 1941 the Zamzam passengers had stepped along to the Zamzam's gangplank, eager to board and be on their way to far-away Africa.
 

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